Becky sighed as she watched Bayley cry into her knees, body shaking as the unopened pregnancy test sat next to her. Her friend had held it together for the most part at the drugstore, and was silent during the car ride back home. But now, in the privacy of her own home, she sat on her bathroom floor sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh, honey…..Bayley, sweetie….." whispered Becky, frowning when her friend flinched away as she reached out to touch her.

Even the possibility of being pregnant was dragging her down to the hole she had just barely climbed out of. And it was killing Becky to watch it happen.

And she wondered if she should wake up Sasha and Charlotte, watching Bayley spiral as bad as she was right now, knowing that sometimes Sasha was better at getting through to her when she was like this….

"Bayley, honey, take a deep breath, okay my love? You gotta try and breathe, honey," whispered Becky, inching closer to her distraught friend, reaching out successfully this time as she placed her hand on her back, rubbing gently.

"Just try and breathe, babygirl. Take a big, deep breath," soothed Becky, Bayley choking on her sobs. "I'm here, honey. I'm right here. You're not alone."

Bayley moaned, trying to breathe. "I-I-I ca-can't d-d-d-do th-th-this!" she cried, still struggling through her breathing, choking again. Becky placed a kiss to her hair, reaching for her phone, not wanting to take her attention off of Bayley, especially when she was still panicking slightly, but knowing Sasha would kill her if she didn't wake her up right now.

Wake up. Need help! In the downstairs bathroom!

She quickly sent the text to Sasha, not wanting to overwhelm Bayley with all three of them at the moment, figuring she'd fill Charlotte in later. Becky crawled in front of Bayley, grasping her friend's hands.

"Bayley, look at me, babygirl. Look at me, honey," whispered Becky, using one of her hands to stroke her friend's hair. Bayley shook her head, wrapping her arms tighter around her legs.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Becky looked up, sighing in relief as Sasha entered the bathroom, kneeling down next to Bayley; her eyes immediately drawn to the pregnancy test sitting next to Bayley.

"What the-

Bayley began sobbing even harder at the sound of Sasha's voice, gagging now as she gasped for air. Sasha sprang into action, ignoring the pregnancy test and focusing solely on Bayley, fearful that she'd hyperventilate or make herself sick.

"Bayley, look up, honey. Shh, shh, shh. Come on, baby, come here, sweet girl," whispered Sasha, gently untangling her friend's arms, pulling her into her lap. Sasha held her close, refusing to allow her to fight her way out of the hug.

Sasha adjusted her arms, cradling her friend's head against her shoulder, her other arm rubbing up and down her back. She gently rocked Bayley in her arms, whispering quiet, gentle words, into her ear, hoping she would begin to calm down.

Becky stayed close, offering Bayley the softest of smiles as she turned her head, leaning still against Sasha's shoulder; her breath hitching still as she continued to cry, though not as intensely. Becky reached out, gently wiping a trail of tears from her face, placing a kiss to her forehead.

"Feeling a little better, love?" whispered Becky, Bayley averting her gaze, stealing a glance at the still unopened pregnancy test.

Sasha adjusted her grip, lifting Bayley's gaze to meet her own. "What are you thinking, babygirl? What's running through your head right now, honey?"

Bayley whimpered, swallowing down more tears that were threatening to fall, glancing once more at the test. "I have to take that test. I have to know. I can't...I don't want to, but I have to know," she whispered, her voice weak and hoarse from the earlier crying.

Sasha nodded, placing a kiss to her friend's hair once more, Becky handing the box to Bayley.

"Babe, we're gonna be here, okay? You're not alone, no matter what. We'll be right here," she whispered, Bayley nodding as she turned the box over in her hands, feeling like she was going to be sick as she opened it.

Why was this happening to her? What had she done so horribly wrong that this was happening to her? She'd been getting better! She was finally getting better! And now this….

"Can I be alone? Please? Just...just for a minute," she whispered, Sasha hesitant to leave, but knowing why she wanted to be alone. Becky nodded, pulling herself into a standing position, pulling Bayley up with her.

She lifted her friend's uncertain gaze, tucking her fingers under her chin, wiping away the tears that were once more falling from her friend's brown eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, Bay. You are gonna be okay, no matter what. Understand?" asked Becky, Bayley squeezing her eyes shut, falling into Becky's embrace.

"Thanks, Becca…" she whispered, Becky holding her close once more before letting her go.

"We'll be right outside the door, okay, honey? Just come on out our call for us when you're ready, alright?" asked Sasha, Bayley nodding as she also hugged her.

"Thanks," she whispered, leaning up against the wall, slowly taking the test out of the box as her friends left the room, closing the door behind them.

Bayley let out a shaky breath, reading the directions on the box. Her nerves and anxiety were getting the best of her, but she needed to know. She took another deep breath, following the directions on the box, staring at the stick in her hand after peeing on it. She placed it back down on top of the box, swallowing down the anxiety rising inside of her already. Two minutes. She just had to wait two minutes.

She walked over to the door, not wanting to be alone, fearful that she'd send herself into another panic attack if she waited out the two minutes alone in the bathroom. As soon as she opened it, she threw her arms around Sasha, hot tears once more falling from her eyes and onto her friends shirt.

"Waiting now?" questioned Sasha, Bayley nodding slowly in her friend's arms. Sasha nodded, placing a kiss to her hair, leading her into the living room and settling her down onto the couch, Becky following closely behind.

"What are you thinking about, babygirl?" asked Sasha, Bayley shrugging, her eyes focused on her fidgeting fingers. Becky sat next to her on the couch, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Whatever that test says, Bay, we're gonna help you through it. Promise, love," whispered Becky, Bayley simply nodding; refusing to make eye contact, refusing to speak.

And so she just waited; both Becky and Sasha staying at her side.

As soon as a few moments had passed, Bayley got up from the couch, her stomach doing flip flops inside of her. She was most certainly going to throw up, regardless of what the test read. She made her way back to the bathroom, both Sasha and Becky trailing behind. She glanced up at both of her friends, Sasha tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"I love you, sister," she whispered, Bayley letting out a shaky breath, wanting so badly to run away and never look back, to run far enough that she was back in time about 6 weeks, hell even 7 weeks...back in time to before that night, before she stayed behind at the arena, before she ran into him…..

Sasha and Becky hugged her one more time, and Bayley wasn't sure how she got so lucky as to have friends that were willing to stay up all night just to help her through this, friends that put their own lives on hold for the last six weeks to help her through the entire nightmare….

But she had them, and she was eternally grateful for that.

She turned around, heading towards the counter, inhaling deeply, squeezing her eyes closed for a brief second as she picked up the test in her hands….

And then reopening them, her eyes meeting her fate.

Pregnant.